To reach I crossed a vast and undulating ocean of grass
and flew over ancient lands to that magnificent and deceiving lagoon
where the evil god bathes with furious and hollow waterfalls

At dawn I started my last advance among the jungle
I traversed it on the back of a beautiful and treacherous ophidian
which meandering avoided old stone colossians

In his sinuous course he was nourishing the life…
and raising mine!

Sometimes in his flow he felt my intrusion and shook up hard his spine…
shaking me deeply!

Finally the biggest of the rocky giants was waiting
to marvel and moisten me with the highest dew
that gravity turned into an unpolluted river

In that wonderful lost world
I did not find the beings and dinosaurs
which Sir Arthur Conan Doyle imagined

Although I did find myself…
and so I ran into you!